Book 2: Chapter 1: Master and Servant
Qin Luns eyelids trembled slightly and slowly opened, he only felt as if he had a very long dream. Like an ant-like voice that was faintly discernible in his dream, yet also seed incomparably clear. It was like it was deeply engraved into the depths of his consciousness.
That voice did not belong to any known language, but Qin Lun sohow completely understood all the content. It was like an effect that directly acted on his soul, there is no need for any translation.
Wuwuwu~~ Just when Qin Lun wanted to study the contents of this voice, a broken gong-like sobbing echoed next to his ear.
Right now, Qin Lun was sure that this was absolutely not the law explanation from Shattered Starry Sky. Because this voice was really too ugly, too ear-piercing, it was like the cry of an owl, so he could not lie down quietly anymore.
Shut up! Qin Lun was at the end of his patience and lightly shouted.
Ah~~ The broken gong-like sobbing abruptly ca to a stop and was replaced by a resounding screech.
Qin Lun sowhat indignantly lifted the layer of thin object on his body and sat up straight. His face looked expressionlessly toward the person screaming. What he saw under this moon hanging brightly in the sky was an ugly hunchbacked man dressed in ragged clothing, a terrified expression stretched across his whole face as he retreated in fear.
Young Master Wellington, I know you are not satisfied with this kind of funeral, but the pitiful Frank really doesnt have any money to prepare a coffin for you!
The hunchbacked man seed disheveled, the beard on his chin was covered in dust while the crude clothing he wore was full of blotches and stains. Perhaps it was because of the long years of labor he had been doing along with being covered in dirt, but his specific age was really not easy to determine. He was only able to give an estimate, this man should not be less than fifty years old.
Funeral?! Qin Lun turned his head around to look at his surroundings, then expressionlessly curled his lips a little. The place he was at was a gloomy and dusky forest graveyard, besides the moonlight which broke through the branches and scattered onto the ground, were ghostly shadows all somberly piled up. Not even the sounds of bugs or rats chewing were to be heard.
The object that Qin Lun lifted was a broken straw mat. Half a ter away from him was a deep rectangular hole, it was clear that this grave was ant for him.
Calming down for a mont, the information within the Death Notice about his storyline identity imdiately appeared within Qin Luns consciousness. After he left Shattered Starry Sky, the Death Notice lost so of the inhibition on it and was easier to summon than before.
Wellington Stein, human, twenty-four years old. Occupation: Folk Doctor. Practiced dicine for many years, but has not acquired the official qualifications to practice dicine.
A folk doctor that did not have official qualifications to practice dicine! Qin Luns face slightly wrinkled, in other words, the original master of this body was a poor useless quack.
Qin Lun looked back at the hunchbacked man and the remnants of Wellingtons mories imdiately appeared before his eyes.
Frank ?, human, thirty-two years old. No occupation, vagrant. Wellington Steins private servant.
Hes only thirty-two years old? Qin Lun was slightly surprised. From Franks ugly appearance full of wrinkles, along with the tangled green veins on the back of his dried up hands, he looked at the minimum, to be fifty years old.
The remnant of Wellingtons mory showed that Frank was originally an abandoned baby that Wellingtons father picked up from the wilderness and raised. He had originally wanted to sell him into the towns workshop to do child labor. But because Frank was really too ugly, and was even a hunchback with so disability in his legs, he simply could not be sold. So they had no choice but to use him as a servant.
However, Frank was extrely grateful to the Stein father and son for taking care of him and was loyal to the Stein. When he was young, he had helped little Wellington block a lot of bullying from the other children. After he grew up, he was even more hardworking and made many contributions to Wellingtons dicinal research.
For example: Helping Wellington go to the cetery to help him steal so fresh corpses for his anatomy practice
Young Master Wellington, you are not completely dead yet?
At this ti, Frank seed to have co back to his senses and courageously asked in a low voice. He was after all, his master. Plus, because he had been in contact with dead bodies from the cetery all year round, he could still distinguish between a dead person and a living person.
What not completely dead yet! The slight smile that Qin Lun showed was imdiately gone, and the sharp red in his eyes sparkled. He had the urge to directly kill him. However, he was aware that this loyal servant was still very useful for him, so the sharp red in this serial killers eyes slowly faded away.
Qin Lun stood up silently, brushed the dust from his body and suddenly found out that he was wearing a pair of old leather gloves. The clothing he wore was a knee-length black velvet windbreaker coat. Inside was a black gentleman vest and laced white shirt. On his lower half was a pair of black pants overlapped by a pair of long riding boots.
This persons clothing was at least pleasing to the eye, besides the clothing being a bit old-fashioned, the white shirt being sowhat yellow with the cuffs and lining having so obvious damage to it, he could still barely be regarded as a decent-looking person.
Young Master Wellington, you really did not die! Frank was eventually overjoyed as he watched Qin Lun stand up. His four limbs crawled over the ground and he hugged his masters thigh, revealing a mouthful of black and yellow tartar rotten teeth. He started to wail like a ghost and howled like a wolf with tears and mucus imdiately covering over his ugly face.
I Seeing his trouser leg being covered with Franks tears and mucus, Qin Lun finally no longer held back and used one foot to kick this loyal servant to the ground.
How many days was I dead Oh, no, how many days was I unconscious! Qin Lun covered his face, took a deep breath then cald the anger that was caused by Frank.
Young Master, you have been dead for. Oh, no, you have been unconscious for almost three days! Frank wiped his face then carefully peeked at Qin Lun. It looked like he was still trying to confirm whether his master was dead or alive.
Is there any water source nearby, take
there! Qin Lun expressionlessly ordered him.
Young Master, are you thirsty? I have water here! Frank hesitated for a mont then took out a small flat water bag.
No, I want to clean my body. Qin Lun wrinkled his brows and took the flat bag. Although the clothes on this body seed to have been washed once before he was about to be buried, his body was full of a corpses stench right now. He couldnt wear this and go out to et people.
Cough cough cough! What is this thing? Qin Lun place the bag to his mouth and drank a mouthful. His nostrils were assaulted by that spicy flavor causing him to repeatedly cough. His fair face turned the sa color as an eggplant.
This this is from Young Masters workshop, the alco alcohol, however, I didnt take much. So water was also added! Frank twisted around his big rough hands, sowhat embarrassed as he muttered, Its pretty cold at night, so drinking can help warm the body.
dical alcohol that was blended with water! Qin Luns eyes went wide, a scarlet light appeared from within his pupils, he once again had the urge to throttle Frank to death. From being an unhindered serial killer to now, he had never been so tripped up like this by soone before.
He closed his eyes, took several deep breaths, and just barely managed to repress the urge to kill. Qin Lun once more expressionlessly growled, Lead the way, take
to the water source nearby!
Oh! Frank withdrew his head and responded, however, he did not imdiately go. Instead, he crouched on the ground and felt around, then picked up two items and handed them over to Qin Lun.
Qin Lun took these two things and his eyebrows raised. This was a wide-brim western-style hat along with a cane. Using the moonlight, he could see that the brass on top of the cane had already worn off by more than half. It looked very old, it should be an inheritance Wellington gotten from his father.
At the sa ti he saw it, Qin Lun unconsciously placed his hand into the coat pocket, and his face imdiately changed. This is not his habit, rather, its a habit of the already dead Young Master Wellington Stein.
Wheres my pocket watch? Qin Luns face showed a warm smile while his eyes were flashing red once again. From the remnants of Wellingtons mories, he felt that that young man had a brass pocket watch hed inherited from his father. It should also be his most valuable item.
Young Masters pocket watch Franks face showed a trace of guilt and his gaze flickered as he answered, I thought that Young Master has already passed away, so the pocket watch was pawned off by !
Qin Lun did not speak, the sharp red in his eyes turned more and more magnificent. However, once he noticed the direction Frank would often peek at, he was surprised for a mont. At the end of the grave, a small stone stele was lying in the earth.
Qin Luns heart moved and walked forward a few steps. Picking up the stele, he imdiately sighed out lightly. This stele has Wellington Steins na engraved on it, it was the tombstone for this young man! Frank did not take his pocket watch and stuff it into his own pockets, rather, he chose to use it to give him a tombstone.
Carefully thinking a bit, although Wellington did not have a coffin in his death, his clothes were neat and tidy. Compared to the clothes that didnt even cover Franks body, his was much more decent.
This ugly and disabled servant of his, if he wasnt loyal to his owner, then he would have long stripped Wellington of his clothes and given himself sothing warm to wear. As for the cost of the pocket watch, he estimated it was only enough for this tombstone, not enough for the young man to also have a coffin.
Thinking about Frank, who was suffering from disabilities to carry Wellingtons dead body and tombstone, into this gloomy and scary forest in the middle of the night. And using dical alcohol to resist the nights cold wind to rely on his own shovel to dig a tomb for his master.
Qin Luns smile did not diminish, but the sharp red in his eyes slowly went back.
Lets go, before the day brightens, lets go clean up in the river!
Franks left and right foot were sowhat asymtrical, his walking had a limp and was very slow. At this point, under the moonlight, Qin Lun found that this servant kept his head low and was actually still at his height. His shoulders were broad, and his fra was thick. If he wasnt a hunchback, then he would most likely have been a tall and study giant.
Qin Lun no longer urged Frank and comfortably followed behind him. From ti to ti, he would look on with interest at a block of badly damaged tombstone and exposed human remains. He walked calmly as if he was just taking a walk through his own backyard.
Not far from this forest graveyard was a very small stream. Qin Lun stripped himself of his clothes in a few moves, his bare body stood in the stream as he washed his clothes and his body until the rotten sll finally diluted. Only then did he climb back up the banks.
Frank had made a fire by the small brook. Seeing Qin Lun go on shore, he imdiately took his clothing and used so branches to stick it near the campfire to dry.
Young Master Wellington, would you like to drink so wine to warm your body again? Frank very carelessly offered that water-blended alcohol flat wine bag to Qin Lun.
Qin Lun received it with a smile and expressionlessly kicked the hunchbacked servant into the brook, You! Go take a bath as well!
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